Wind to stone and fire to dust and each pattern uncoupled.

And what, by unfettered certainty, is gained from this hectic jumble?

The tyrant's bliss: in the cast of his gaze, all is rendered anew.

Torn not by abatement's pleas he unmakes all that is true.

Earth seized by misshapen claws dismantled and broken.

Cry now 'til tears are spent for Chaos has spoken.

Out, hie thee hence, from the master all must flee.

Discord reigns forever in manic chortling hilarity.